Mark R Slaughter
Distraction - Poem by Mark R Slaughter
The fawn faltered,
Released an eye towards
A crimson dawn,
Bequeathed its blood unto the land:
Out of air
The carnivore –
Sleekness blurred in hooks, blades, bite;
Flesh feeds flesh -
DNA in a just-is world.
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